My plan for the morning: Load my oh-so-sweet kids in the car for an early grocery shopping trip before the store got too busy. I’d stock my pantry with healthy meal options, pick up diapers for the baby, grab a birthday card for my friend. Then, I’d head home and put the groceries away just in time for my kid’s to watch Dora and me to get a little down-time to savor a cup of coffee, read my bible, pray and write a little before I met my friend at the park. Easy, relaxing, productive.
What really happened: The baby started crying before we even got to the store and by the time we made it to the produce department, I grabbed two apples and a bag of grapes and called it good. I forgot to get diapers. I forgot the birthday card. Right as we got on the freeway on the way home, my five-year-old decided to give the milk “a hug” (because, you know, milk needs hugs). He dropped it. And, the entire gallon of milk went glugging out onto the floor of the backseat. And, did I mention that I live in Texas and it’s 105 degrees out today? The baby was still screaming when we got home. I set the baby in his swing and pulled out the shop vac to try to vacuum up some of the milk in the backseat… but my three-year-old had to go to the bathroom right that minute. She peed her pants. And while I was cleaning up the pee, my five-year-old decided to help me with the vacuuming, but instead of vacuuming up the milk, he vacuumed up the baby’s socks. I never got that cup of coffee or down time or time to write. And, the morning was anything but easy, relaxing or productive.
I’m sure one day I’ll laugh.
But until then, I’ll rest in the fact that God has given me these tiny children for just a short time—and that means that there will be days that none of my plans go as I hope. Days that I miss out on my morning cup of coffee or some much-needed down time. Days where my kids learn restraint and I learn patience. Days that we’re together. Days that I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.